I love being a Met. It was my favorite team growing up, so to be a Met to me is very special.

Whether you have a great game or a terrible game, tomorrow's another day and you've got to come out here and compete.

I take positives out of negatives all the time.

I take great pride in going out there and playing through pain.

Baseball caps never go out of style and are easy to wear. Beyond baseball, beyond sports, I really do think a baseball cap is for everyone.

I’m always looking to improve. And every year I want to do better than the year before.

As soon as baseball becomes a job, as soon as I stop caring, as soon as the smile goes away, I'll hang up my spikes and do something else.

Sure, finishing last has negative connotations. But finishing second-to-last or last is still losing.

I just want to taste what it's like to win in New York

I want to win a World Series. I couldn't care less about MVP.

When I first got to the majors in 2004, female fans held up signs asking me to marry them. Those girls today were what, 13, 14? I'm 23, but that's a little young even for me.

Problems in science are sometimes made easier by adding complications.

Every time I travel I feel like the Universe is guiding me into its aura by liberating a piece of my soul.

When I see a garden in flower, then I believe in God for a second. But not the rest of the time

Deliberative bodies become decreasingly effective after they pass five to eight members.

That’s the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song

With greater completeness and abstraction, I have attained a form filtered to its essentials.

The walking of Man is falling forwards.

Part of me misses the days when we have four channels in England and we were all talking about everything all the time.

And even when you can’t get seem to get your act together, your identity is secure and completely intact. Because in Christ, who you are matters infinitely more than anything you do or cannot do.

Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents: when chilled they are feeble and harmless, but invigorate them with warmth and they sting their benefactors to death.